Page 9 of Give It a Day
I pout. Damn, I wanted to frown. But I’m staring warily at him since I’m pretty much telling him to stop saying things that are making me blush and feel things that I’m not having fun learning about myself. Apparently, this is doing it for me too. I know I have kinks, but dubious consent?Girl.
But can you blame me?Maybe. In my defense, Damon is a thousand times hotter than the biker I shared a bed with last night. I think anything Damon will do at this point would make me swoon.
Speaking of which, his eyes darken as they trail over my face, noticeably lingering on my lips, which I instinctively bite.
“Am I making you uncomfortable, little bird?” he asks in a low whisper. “Because you look uncomfortable, lying beneath me…” He trails off, taking his time to glance down my body and back up to my face.
“Yeah,uncomfortableis definitely a good word for whatever I’m feeling.” I look up at him. Even in the backseat of this car—which I hope is his because I might be squirting on it soon—he’s looking so damn succulent. Emphasis on suck.
He leans in slightly closer, his breath tickling my ear. “Uncomfortable? Or scared? Perhaps eveninterested?” When I don’t respond, he taunts me, “Come on, Kayla, don’t spoil the fun now. Which feeling is it? Your pupils are dilated, and you keep biting that luscious lower lip of yours.” He traces his finger along my cheekbone, and my eyes flutter closed before I get a grip and glare at him.Damn you for making me wetter justfrom your finger touching my cheekbone, Damon!
“Release your hold of me, handsome demon…” I end up whispering that very smooth, very sexy line. I’m obviously being sarcastic. He has to know how hot he is and what he’s doing to me, right?
He ignores my sarcastic demand, his finger continuing its path down my neck, making my breath catch. “Kayla, tell me… Which emotion is winning right now? Fear or interest?”
My eyelids lower themselves, and I’m inwardly panicking as my body does its own thing andarchestoward Damon. My mouth opens and sounds come out of it, as if it’s out of my own volition. “Interest.”
His hand wraps around the curve of my neck, surprisingly gentle, pulling me closer until our faces are only a few inches apart.
“Interest…” His eyes flick down to my lips again, making me bite my bottom lip in anticipation, in growing desire, in complete and utterneed. “Say, in kissing me, for instance?” He swallows the space between our faces, making the air crackle with what I can only describe as tension.Fuck me right here, right nowtension. The shivers down my spine spread a blood rush throughout my body.
I want him.I want him.
I. Want. Him.
This is really going to happen, from running away—which was a big fail—to wanting to kiss and ride this incredibly irresistible and infuriatingly handsome man. Being lonely and busy makes for a terrible combination because I stay still, lips parted a bit, waiting for him to make the next move or to keep saying naughty things that make me want him more and more.
His lips hover just above mine, barely grazing them, almost making me whimper. “Tell me to stop, Kayla,” he whispers almost right against my mouth, his fingers tightening around the back of my neck. “Because I’m about a moment away from taking what I want.”
There’s something in my throat—heavy and dry—when I even thinkof the word ‘stop’. It won’t come out of me, no words will, while I stare into his eyes, all stormy and mesmerizing. He has me captive with his eyes alone, add his handsomeness to it, and then his body, too—it’s a recipe for disaster. It’s me, I’m disaster, because everything he’s doing is wildly working for me.
The moment passes, so he takes what he wants. With a low groan, his lips finally press against mine in a bruising kiss. His hand around my neck keeps me still, his other arm wrapping around my waist to pull me against him. He kisses me like he’s starving for it. Is it because he’s never tasted anything better in his life? Because fuck, that’s what he tastes like to me. And the warmth spreads throughout my body again, my heart beating so fast.
My body goes pliant in his dominant grip, and I moan against his lips, savoring the feel and taste of him. His soft lips, a hint of mint. His subtle cologne making my head swim. All in an electric way.
Even though words don’t come out of my tightening throat—like something’s stuck in there—it lets out more and more moans, spilling from my lips, vibrating against his, which are crushing mine, taking my breath away.
He breaks the kiss long enough to growl against my gasping lips. “You’re so damn pretty when you can’t breathe, Kayla.” Then he goes back to kissing me, his fingers squeezing my neck this time, just enough to make me feel his grip without cutting off air.
His lips press against mine like he wants to really bruise them, before he pulls back again—stop pulling back—panting and staring at me.
I stare back, a bit confused at my own actions and desires, but mostly, I’mthrilled, despite the dark promise in his eyes. Or I should say,especiallybecause of the dark promise in his eyes.
Ruin me, Damon.
“What are you doing to me…?” I whisper, chest heaving like I can’t catch a breath after a kiss like that.
I can’t stop staring at him, like he’s a perfect sculpture yet so real, so human, warm and eliciting feelings from me I didn’t know I could have, after all these long and hard years of only focusing on keeping my family afloat.
He smirks, most likely at the awe in my voice while his thumb rubs my neck soothingly, as if to apologize for squeezing it a bit harshly earlier. But I don’t mind. I want it all.
Ruin me.Ruin.Me.
“Making you feel good, apparently,” he murmurs an answer to a question I don’t remember asking at this point.
Now his smirk has a sort of arrogance to it, as his fingers trail down to my collarbone. Shivers run down my spine even worse than before. But fuck, I love it.
“Have you ever wanted anyone as much as you want me right now, Kayla?” His hand moves to gently cup my face, his thumb brushing over my swollen lower lip. “Because—”
